In these years, the most common thing that Shadow Weaver does is sleep. Because of his true form, entering the sleep state can not only eliminate fatigue but also heal injuries, but it also has an annoying disadvantage - he will always dream when he sleeps.

Sometimes it's the top of Buzhou Mountain, the porcelain white fingertips give life to the flowing clouds, and the indescribable beauty of the heavens I see for the first time.

From time to time, I saw blue-purple thunder and lightning tearing apart the sky in an instant, beheading him head-on. Under the Immortal Killing Platform, Dong Jun’s face was extremely horrifyingly reflected by the flashing thunder and fire.

In the stormy golden feather, holding the hand, on the white jade platform, looking back at the disaster...

There is also the question of the heart, repeating the dream that pierced the bottom of her heart, seemed to have taken root, sprouted jagged leaves, and stabbed open the organs, dripping with blood.

The sword was as powerful as the wind, and Aotsuka's sword edge easily penetrated the clouds and came to her chest and abdomen.

The sword style is ancient and clumsy, coming through the air.

It is the last move of her humble swordsmanship that destroys the sword's heart - metamorphosis.

With one strike of the sword, all life will be gone.

She looked at all this calmly, knowing clearly that this was just her dream. Even if she wanted to hide, she could not control this body.

In front of his eyes, the sword edge was about to arrive in an instant, and the eyes of the man holding the sword were filled with pain.

This was the first time she had seen it clearly in her dream.

There weren't many surprises, but it still felt a little cruel.

It was clearly her fault, so why did she let others suffer the same fate?

"It's over. It should have been over long ago."

Her lips opened and closed as her voice spoke this sentence.

Then he closed his eyes, blocking the gaze of the sword holder.

After closing her vision, her hearing became more sensitive, and there were calls coming from a distant place. They were many and complicated, but she still couldn't hear them clearly.

There is a voice in it, but it is like a knife carving an ax, and it is cut into the bottom of my heart, and I will never forget it.

He's coming!

The body opened its eyes, and the handsome face of the running man flashed in the field of vision. Right in front of her, it turned into a cluster of hot and dazzling golden fire, which lit up the entire world in an instant.

"don't want!!--"

The voice was hoarse, the light disappeared, and the sadness and despair lingered in my chest, but the aftertaste lingered.

What you see is a tent ceiling made of top-quality snow feather gauze, with a hollow jade incense ball hanging in the center. It is light and elegant, vaguely smelling of some kind of flower.

The sound of conversation reached my ears.

Her consciousness had not yet fully recovered, and intermittently, she could only hear the words "decision" and "accomplishment" in a daze, and she couldn't even hear who sent it.

Then I heard familiar footsteps, and with a "squeak", the door opened.

Zhiying stood up on his elbows and looked over.

The person's steps suddenly became hurried, and he came to her in an instant. He stretched out his arms to help her sit up, and then said a slightly panicked sentence: "Xiao Ying, you're awake."

Zhi Ying couldn't help but laugh and looked at him: "I've never been injured, why are you so nervous?"

When he made a sound, it was hoarse and thick, like wood branches scraping against stone slabs.

Little Golden Crow gently scratched the bridge of her nose with his hooked finger, signaling her to look at it.

"You broke out in a cold sweat and had a nightmare?"

Seeing the moisture on his knuckles, Zhiying coughed slightly and adjusted his voice before saying, "...it's okay."

It's still a dream after all.

Little Jinwu took the soft towel and patiently wiped the cold sweat from her face bit by bit without using magic.

Zhi Ying looked around at the residence in front of him, smelled the faint scent of wisteria flowers on the tip of his nose, and said: "This is... this is Zi Mansion? What are we doing in Zi Mansion?"

Xiao Jinwu paused in his movements, continued to wipe it carefully, and said slowly: "Xiao Ying, let's get married."

"Get married?!"

Zhiying's eyes widened in an instant, and he was completely awake, as if he was still in a dream.

Xiao Jinwu put down the soft towel, held her hands in his palms, carefully, as if holding two dying fishes deep in the dry pond: "The Emperor promised to be our witness, and we will get married here tomorrow."

"No!"

As soon as the words came out, Zhi Ying felt Xiao Jinwu's hand stiffen. He was afraid that he would misunderstand what he meant, so he hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean that... weren't you joking earlier?"

Little Jinwu tightened his grip a little: "Am I not serious enough?"

When Zhi Ying recalled the situation at that time, wasn't it to block her words about "implicate" him?

But the emperor knew who she was, so how could he agree?

Asking herself, she is undoubtedly happy to be able to marry the one she loves.

After the Wenxin Cave, she also thought that if she couldn't change the outcome, she would sacrifice her life for him and repay the debt of love.

She really had no control over not wanting to care about this thing. After she recognized her sincerity, she hoped that it would last forever and she didn't want to let the person she loved go to that tragic ending again.

However, God still likes to tease her as always.

When she made up her mind, she was asked to go back in time and learned that she was a body of colorful clouds and was born to die in order to fulfill the inevitable cause and effect.

How cruel!

She has allowed herself to be dominated by this heart to express her true feelings, accept the affection of Little Golden Crow, and even choose the ring that represented the promise of her body in her mortal life as a token of love, and has become a place of greed and pleasure where she is drunk now and drunk now.

People, dragging the little golden crow down together into the mud.

But there is still a trace of clarity in the spiritual platform, which pops out to remind myself every time I am in deep trouble——

Don't forget that you can't help yourself. Deep love will eventually lead to shallow love. No matter how much happiness you give him today, tomorrow there will be many times the poison that will penetrate his heart and heart. You are willing to let his happiness go to waste.

Will you live in endless pain?

Are you willing to part with it? Reluctant to part with it?

Follow your heart? Or follow your destiny?

"Xiaoying, please become my wife. I will accompany you to Biluo Huangquan."

Little Golden Crow stood up and stood beside the bed, then touched one knee to the ground and held two deerskins in his hands.

According to ancient rituals, a man gives a woman a piece of leather as a gift to ask for her hand in marriage.

Zhiying stared at him blankly, her fingernails holding on to Yungui turning slightly white. After a long time, a smile spread across her lips, and she teased: "It sounds like you are committing suicide for love."

Xiao Jinwu's face was solemn and unwavering: "If you identify a person, you will naturally follow him through life and death."

Zhi Ying paused, looked at him for a while, and then said thoughtfully: "Do you know that if you were in the mortal world, your behavior at this moment can be regarded as forcing me to marry you."

Xiao Jinwu was not discouraged, but instead asked her: "Then are you willing to accept my forced marriage?"

Zhiying lowered her eyes, and Little Golden Crow only saw her pursed lips tightly, and it took a long time before she let out a faint sigh: "How could the emperor agree?"

"He likes the lotus root soup you made." Xiao Jinwu said.

"ha?"

"It doesn't matter what the reason is. What's important is that the emperor has agreed."

Zhiying still tightened the corners of his mouth and remained silent, not uttering a word.

Little Golden Crow thought she was joking again, and said solemnly: "Xiao Ying, I am serious. Chi Xiao, the sun god, would like to spend this life with this body and mind, and betroth Qing Yun, the god of clouds, as his wife, and we will never meet him again.

burden."

Zhi Ying's tone was sad, and her smile was hidden under her crow-green eyelashes: "But I agreed a long time ago."

Little Golden Crow straightened his back and persisted: "It doesn't matter, I can-"

"Um?"

He belatedly realized what he had just heard, and then he saw Zhi Ying raise her eyes, her lips curved into a smile, her pear curls shallow, and he immediately understood that it was her joke.

Little Jinwu was stunned for a moment, dumbfounded: "You are really..."

Zhiying looked at him with a smile, took Lipi with both hands and put it on his knees.

Two extremely complete deerskins carry his whole heart and soul.

——The clear blue sky and the yellow spring will never fail.

The proposal was successful. Little Golden Crow was overjoyed. He stood up and sat back on the bed, but he never remembered when she had promised him: "I remember this is the first time I proposed to you."

Zhiying smiled, stretched out his left hand and took Little Golden Crow's left hand.

Silver beads and jade materials complement each other beautifully.

She looked at the little Golden Crow and said, "Why are you so diligent? It's about a pair of silver."

Little Jinwu woke up from her dream, stroked the Haiyaozhi ring on her finger, and said, "At that time, you said you would never take it off in this life."

"It's not just a love, it's a lifelong relationship."

Zhi Ying hooked his arms around his neck, kissed him on the lips, looked at him, and said very seriously: "Yun Shen Qing Yun, I would like to marry the Sun God Chi Xiao as my wife, and I will be entrusted to you for the rest of my life.

This love will last forever."

Obey?

She can accept the unfinished mission, but she will never obey it.
Chapter completed!